Maniki smiled happly at her new lifemate, green Vazilth. The green was smaller than most on acount she'd hatched from a green's clutch, her dam being green Jasmirth and her sire brown Nizeth. Though she was small, this far from hindered her apitite.

Niki, I'm hungery the little green commented to her rider. Maniki chuckled putting down a stone she'd been working on before she'd been distracticed by the reality that she was a dragonrider now and no longer a jewler of chess peices or jewlery.

"Vaz, you just ate an hour ago," Maniki chuckled. And I'm hungery again, rider mine, the green creened. Maniki chuckled and guided the waist high green back towards the large bin of wherry and herdbeast meat that was ment for dragons and fire lizards. Alright you goofy green, open your mouth and make sure you chew every peice. We don't want the Weyrling Master saving you again because you ate a big peice too quickly. You were the one who cut me such a big peice, Niki. I chewed the peice just as much as I chewed the other peices before it. You should have realized it was bigger and chewed it more, love. I was only two days old! I had no real knowledge of size other than my dam being bigger than I and you being a little over twice my size. How was I sapposed to know that something half the side of my head would give me so much trouble after chewing it the same amount of times as I chewed every other peice.

"You know for a young green you sure know how to argue, Vaz," Maniki chuckled. Is that a bad thing, Niki? I'm sorry if it is, the green crooned. Maniki scratched her dragon's head as she allowed the green to feed herself while still keeping a careful watch on her. No it's not, my green, it just shows that you won't be easly bullied or bossed about without good reason... your skin feels a bit dry. You keep on eatting, I'll gets some oil for your hide and put it on while you finish eatting. Thank you rider mine! That would be lovely, I have the worst itch right now, right behind my head.

Maniki giggled pulling out a jar of dragon oil and started to slather it on her green at the same time as scratching the itchy areas. As the green's belly began to bulge as it had done countless times since impression, Vazilth started to flap her wings. The little green looked at her wings as she brought them up and down gently, not disterbing her hard working rider. When shall we fly, Niki? When shall I be able to use my wings to glide upon the sky and look down at everything on the ground? the green asked wistfuly

Maniki stopped for a time polishing one spot thoughtfuly. "Around a turn from now I sappose; when ever the Weyrling Master says we shall fly together." How long is a turn, my rider? "For you and I, love, it will seem so long but by the time we get there it will have seem so short." That seems confusing. As I'm sure our life will be Vazilth.